I Found Myself

I wrote this poem as a reflection of a night of disassociation from the stress of losing the daily contact with my two young daughters and a lifetime of suppression and oppression.

I tried to rescue you, instead I lost myself that day. 

In that long hallway of echos

the cheap decor. 

Just one drink from the bottle ,my body took no more. 

Removed from the smell of the smokey room, 

fresh air did no good, 

like that painted mirror in your room where long ago we once stood. 

Blurred visions and thoughts of the darkest despair, 

your faces were hidden, 

but I knew you were there. 

Like no one could see, 

beating and banging on door seven one three 

hoping that someone would soon set you free. 

Your laughter and words were tattooed on my heart. 

We didn't know it, but we would spend time apart. 

No one to tell me I was lost in my mind, 

a horror of thoughts 

because they say you were not mine. 

I found myself that day. 

A new beginning of spirit this world won't defeat, 

that stairway to heaven, 

I have just moved my feet

Author's Note

First poem I haven't torn up and thrown in the trash. I don't really know what I am doing, just sharing. Something I am just learn to do.